'these Broken Bones'
somehow these broken bones
will mend
no scar in sight all covered up
this heart of mine withstand
no notice on its mending time
it happens in between
reproduction all the time
somehow these broken bones
has mastered the art to set and reset
to mend without instructions
must
be a glorious feet
I’ve lost my heart and fell in love
sometimes my heart
would take a beating
whilst in between those broken bones
it found the power to resus
these broken bones
no longer broken…
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011
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